One fine summer morning, I took a stroll through my local town park. There I stumbled upon a rather rusty dagger. Though not very sharp or lustrous, it had an intricate hilt that caught my attention.
Without further introspection, I decided to steal the dagger. And just when no one around was looking, I hid it gently inside the pocket of my jacket.
But can you really call me a thief ? It was a weary looking old dagger. Not much of any good use. "What if any youth had found it first and put the dagger to misuse?" I walked back home with a smile, reflecting upon my good deed.
Be careful of backstabbers and deceitful people. It's hard to notice them until it's too late.
Autumn is a subtle thief Moseying in then out so brief A swift taker of all things emerald and bright No burglar alarm will keep safe the light Daring to steal the warmth off your face A cold Winter the only item left in Summer's place
This is my first poem for the 30 Day Poetry Challenge An acrostic using the letters in your first name. Can be about anything EXCEPT you or your name.
The wolfing theif who howls aloud A ravenous young man with just the essence of beast Who wears the forest on his back Who dashes down the rooftop steep Just to bridge the gap from far away And land, ever so slightly on the precipice sway Just to reach up gently and pocket the moon As a souvenir to take upon his way